As Tarzan Stud sat in the locker room, he reflected back on his match last week with this older, smaller dude who called himself “The Beast”. It seemed fitting that Tarzan Stud had decisively kicked his butt for having challenged him. Tarzan Stud had gone up against a number of contenders over the last six months but no one who had been smaller than him. At 5’7, 160lbs, The Beast was 25 lbs lighter and 3” shorter but Tarzan Stud had to admit that he was a scrappy fighter for an older dude. He rubbed his crotch as he thought of picking up the smaller dude in his bearhug and crushing him into his chest and Pecs as he worked his bearhug. Finally feeling him beginning to go limp, he had dropped him in a heap, as he took time to pose for the crowd of about a 100 dudes in the Gay Sports club that night for the bout. Then he had gone back and jerkin him up by his hair, he had placed The Beast up across his shoulders locking on his pet Tarzan Torture Rack until the Beast had finally screamed out his submission. Yeah, it had been a good match, so Tarzan Stud was surprised that the dude had come back the next day with a challenge for a return match for a 2 of 3 sequence with the condition that if the Beast won, he would set the terms for the third and final match for the Gay Sports Bar championship belt. Tarzan Stud got up and adjusted his package in his tight, butt clinging leopard Speedo, bouncing on his bare feet as he pictured ending it all tonight with his second win. He would again crush this dude and send him packing.
The Bar was filled tonight as it was most Friday nights for the wrestling. He heard the announcer introduce The Beast at 5’7, 160lbs hailing from parts unknown. Tarzan Stud chuckled but then did some more stretches until he heard his name and headed out of the locker room and toward the ring with the announcer shouting “here is our Champ, The Tarzan Stud, at 5’10, 185lbs!” Tarzan Stud had a beautiful, tight, muscled body with a firm six pack, a firm bubble like butt and a large package that was obvious in his tight wrestling Speedos. As he made his way to the ring, he smiled as the guys struggled to pat his ass or slap his back. At the ring, he jumped up and over the ropes, rolling his head and shoulders as he looked over at the Beast and yelled “you’re going down Little Man”. He then went to his corner and loosened up as he waited for the match to start.
The ref yelled out instructions and finally signaled for the bell and both men came to the center, circling until Tarzan Stud lifted his arms challenging The Beast to a test of strength. The older, smaller man came in and both men locked up, their chests tight against each other. Tarzan Stud was impressed with the strength the Beast showed but slowly began to flex his ceps as he started to push the Beast back toward the ropes. The Beast tried hard to stop but Tarzan Stud’s strength was too much and he was unable to stop from being pushed into the ropes. As they hit the ropes, Tarzan Stud released his lock on the Beast’s hands and quickly came in with several hard smashes to the Beast’s Pecs before grabbing his head as he locked on a tight side headlock. He worked the lock grinding it in hard as he led the Beast around the ring. The Beast tried to pry Tarzan Stud’s arms apart but each time he did, the young Stud only tightened his grip. Then he rammed his fist into the back and ass of the Tarzan Stud. After several hits, the Tarzan Stud grabbed the Beast’s head and laid in one, two, three, four, five fists shots to his head. As the Beast staggered, he then grabbed him and crotched lifted him up high, pressing him several times before slamming the Beast hard to the canvas. The Beast screamed as he hit the canvas, his back arched up high before rolling over to his stomach. Before he could recover, Tarzan Stud was jerking him to his feet by his hair and again crotched lifted him, holding him up high before again body slamming him to the canvas. He would do this again three times finally smiling as The Beast laid there with his hand to the small of his back. Tarzan Stud dropped down and locked on a dbl step over toe/leg lock combo, bending the Beast’s legs until they couldn’t go any further. The Beast screamed and pounded the canvas as he fought the pain.
- “Ask him ref, ask him” shouted Tarzan Stud but the Beast was not submitting. Tarzan Stud pushed down harder on his legs before releasing him and getting to his feet began stomping on the Beast’s legs. As the Beast tried to get away, Tarzan Stud grabbed his legs and crossing the one around his dropped down as he locked on a tight fig 4 leg lock. He leaned and rocked back and forth to add pressure to the hold as the Beast screamed in pain. Again, he refused to submit but Tarzan Stud kept the pressure up. Unfortunately, they were near the ropes which allowed the Beast to finally grab on to the ropes with the ref ordering a break. Tarzan Stud broke and got up laying a hard stomp to the right leg of the Beast before the ref pushed him back. As the Beast got up, Tom came in quickly pushing the ref aside and rammed his knee up and into the Beast’s gut. He listened as the air was pushed from the Beast’s lungs and grabbing his right hand sent him flying into the opp ropes. The Beast tried to grab at the ropes but the force was too much and he came out back toward Tarzan Stud who was waiting with his arms open catching the Beast in his Bearhug. He lifted the shorter, older dude up high off the ground as his ceps locked around his waist and began to put the pressure on. He shook him back n forth, up and down as his ceps flexed like a python with its prey.
- “Come on Beast, give it up or I’ll crush you” shouted Tarzan Stud.
- “You can’t beat me.”
The Beast tried to push back on Tarzan Stud’s chin to no avail and he screamed in pain as the young stud put on the pressure. Tarzan Stud began to walk around the ring with the smaller man locked in his hug showing him off to the crowd. Still, the Beast would not submit. Finally, as he tried to push Tarzan Stud’s chin back, he took the opportunity to rake his eyes followed digging his fingers into them. Tarzan Stud screamed and immediately dropped the Beast. The Beast rolled over toward the ropes as Tarzan Stud tried to clear his eyes. Not wanting to give the Beast any time, he went toward him, his eyes still smarting and filled with tears. He managed to make him out as he pulled himself up on the ropes and grabbing his hand, Tarzan Stud whipped him into the opp ropes and went up for a flying drop kick. However, he misjudged and The Beast held on to the ropes so there was nothing there but air to meet his kick, the force of which sent him over the ropes and out on to the hard wood floor of the Bar. Tarzan Stud screamed as his back hit the floor and arched up high as the pain shot up and down his back. Meanwhile, the Beast smiled with a strange almost maniacal look on his face as he slowly made his way out of the ring toward the younger stud.
Tarzan Stud laid on the hard floor as the pain surged up and down his spine. He started to try to get to his knees unaware that the Beast was close by until he felt a hard dbl ax handle smash to his back that crushed him back down to the floor. The Beast smiled as he again came down with another dbl ax handle to the Stud’s back almost laughing as Tarzan Stud let out a scream that could be heard all throughout the Bar. The crowd that had been noisy was now quiet as they watched the Beast. He got to his feet and reaching down jerked Tarzan Stud up by his hair and scooping him up held him tight into his chest before running and ramming Tarzan Stud’s lower back into the hard metal turnbuckle. The young stud screamed:
-“ARGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” as he felt the hard metal hit the small of his back. And again The Beast rammed his back into the turnbuckle, and a third and a fourth time before slamming the younger stud to the hard floor as he rolled into the ring to stop the ref’s count. He laughed as he watched the young Tarzan Stud try to get to his knees. Climbing the inside corner, he positioned himself and as Tarzan Stud tried again to get to his knees he jumped off coming down on his back with a hard elbow drop.
- “ARGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhh” screamed the young stud as the Beast almost crushed his lower back into the floor. The Beast got to his feet and looking at the crowd shouted
- “Now you’ll see what I can do”. He jerked the younger stud up from the floor literally tossing him back into the ring by his hair. Tarzan Stud tried getting to his feet but the pain shooting up and down his spine made it difficult to move. Then the Beast was over him and again jerking him to his feet by his hair, he again lifted him and holding him in close to his chest whispered “hey Boy, let’s see what you do now against the Beast Man” and with that he ran ramming Tarzan Stud’s back into each of the four corner posts. The young stud screamed:
- “ARGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh” each time his back and the metal met hoping that the screams would somehow stop the pain shooting up and down his spine. Finally the Beast power slammed him in the center of the ring and standing up began to stomp his foot repeatedly into Tarzan Stud’s back. With each stomp, Tarzan Stud’s back arched up and as he tried to move, The Beast only stomped all the harder. Finally reaching down, the Beast grabbed his legs and twisting him around locked on a tight boston crab in the middle of the ring. He had the young stud’s feet locked securely under his arms as he leaned back and put on the pressure. Tarzan Stud screamed as he felt his back bent as the Beast locked on and put the pressure on. He tried to lift and power out only to have the Beast bounce up and down on his bubble butt crushing him back to the canvas.
- “How’s it feel to have a real Beast handle you PUNK?” shouted the Beast. Tarzan Stud tried to scoot toward the ropes only to have the Beast drag him back and reapply the hold. Ask him ref, shouted the Beast but Tarzan Stud bite his lips as he refused to submit.
- “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NEVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR” he shouted. Frustrated, the Beast released the hold and got to his feet and began to stomp and jump with both his feet on to Tarzan Stud’s lower back. “How’s it feel you young punk”? He shouted. He reached down and grabbing on to the young stud’s hair, he dragged him to the corner and jerking him to his feet pushed him face first into the corner as he bent down and began slow methodical shoulder smashes into Tarzan Stud’s back. After a few minutes, he stopped and laughed as the younger dude hung in the corner unable to move. He pulled him out swinging him around and then locked on a bearhug, his hands tightly locked in the small of Tarzan Stud’s back. Normally the young stud would have easily gotten out of this but his back was damaged and the older dude’s strength and where he had his fingers locked caused the younger dude to scream in pain:
- “ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
After a few minutes, the Beast released the hug and spinning him around and face first back into the corner he again repeatedly rammed his shoulders into Tarzan Stud’s back. He stopped and looked out at the crowd.
- “This Tarzan Stud isn’t shit and now I’m going to show you how this older, wild Beast does it”. And with that he went in and putting his right hand through the younger stud’s thigh and the other around his chin, he lifted the
younger dude up into his own Torture Rack. Tarzan Stud screamed:
- “ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG” as he felt his body being laid out across the Beast’s shoulders. No, he thought, this can’t be happening…..this is my finisher.
- “ARGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh” he screamed as the Beast began to stomp and bounce him wildly up and down on his shoulders.
- “How’s that feeling Tarzan Stud Shit”? As he stomped around the ring with the young stud on his shoulders, he moved his hand up and over his mouth to muffle any screams or submissions. He wanted to parade this muscle stud around the ring and show him off. Again and again, he wildly bounced him up and down on his shoulders, at one point bringing his head and feet almost together. Tarzan Stud tried screaming out his submission but his cries were muffled. He tried tapping on the Beast’s shoulders and chest but each time he did, the Beast turned away from the ref so he couldn’t see it. Finally, he moved his hand from his mouth and moving to the center of the ring, began to wildly bounce Tarzan Stud up and down across his shoulders until the young stud screamed out his submission:
- “I Give I submit……no more…I giveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I giveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I giveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”. Finally the Beast dropped him to the canvas and lifted his hands into the air in victory. As the ref grabbed the microphone to announce the result, The Beast grabbed it and shouted that next week would be Match 3 and as stipulated, he decided that Tarzan Stud would have to wrestle in the nude. He looked at the crowd and smiled before turning and laying a stomp to the young stud’s body, left the ring shouting: